#i love hims

[newts-and-sharks]

Guess who is obsessed with a certain cult game now

[preqvelle]

[emokarkitty]

[druidberries]

baby valentine has entered the world! he got the intense trait and it sure shows 😅

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[briliantlymad]

Hayden Christensen im kissing you on the forehead. im giving you headpats. im wishing prequels you could see how crazy people are going over you right now. baby you deserve the world

[sugarcloudsky]

「Past Scars」

character: capsaicin cookie

wc: 1.2k

cws: capsaicin has scars due to his past (there isnt much detail about it), capsaicin is ashamed of his scars, reader and capsaicin call each other silly nicknames (hun, babe, etc)

sorry if this is bad yall, im not too proud of this lol. I just wanted to get something out. Will start working on requests after my exam!! thank u for all the love <3

Capsaicin Cookie groans as he stretches his muscles, sweat dripping from his forehead. His bare chest was glistening with sweat, a sign that he’d been training for the upcoming Triple Cone Cup event. He was selected as Scovillia’s champion once again, so of course he had to endure the most laborious of training in order to become the strongest! Huffing a sigh, he reaches for a towel to wipe the sweat from his face.

Deciding to take a quick break to regain energy, he collapses onto a nearby bench, the sun painting his sweat covered skin in a bright light. He closes his eyes, allowing himself to bask in the sunlight for a few moments before he returns to his arduous training. After a few moments, he begins to carefully wipe his face, almost ready to get back to training, when he’s suddenly startled by a knock at the door.

“Hun? You alright in there? Can I come in?”

Capsaicin’s ears perk at the sound of your muffled yet gentle voice. A voice that was so indescribably serene and mellifluous. His face brightens as a giddy feeling bubbles inside him. Your appearance at his training session was certainly unexpected, but it was most definitely something welcome.

“Yeah! Come in!” He shouts back at you, perhaps a bit too much excitement creeping into his voice.

The door slowly creaked open, and he watched as you hesitantly peek in for a brief moment. Your eyes meet, and you can see a bright sparkle in his eyes. Pushing the door open, you flash a smile and wave at him, a small bottle of water held in one of your hands.

“How’s your training going?” You ask him as you sit next to him, “I hope you’re not pushing yourself too hard.”

Nodding with a smile at your reply, he takes the water bottle from your hands, thanking you before swiftly chugging its contents. Droplets of water dribble down his chin and onto his chest.

“Haa! Thanks for that, baby!” He tosses the water bottle back to you, wiping his face. He stands, stretching for a brief moment before turning to address you once more, “I’m gonna keep going. Thanks for being here!”

Capsaicin’s bright smile is blinding, and you can’t help but smile back at him. Giggling, you decide to stay and watch him train. What was the harm in it? You couldn’t just come in and immediately leave. Sitting back on the bench, you watch as he continues to train vigorously, the sun hitting him perfectly, almost making him look majestic. Smiling at the thought, your eyes begin to wander a bit.

Your eyes first land on his toned chest for a brief moment, but you immediately reprimand yourself and shift your gaze. Face flushed, your eyes stop at his wrists. An involuntary hum escapes your lips.

“Hey, you took your cuffs off?”

“Huh?”

He stops and turns to you, his face twisted into an expression of confusion.

“Your cuffs.”

You signal at his wrists, which are in fact missing the cuffs that he so often wore. Capsaicin coughs for a moment, averting his eyes as he rubbed his wrist sheepishly.

“Oh, uh, yeah! I- uh, didn’t want them to get in the way. Sorry.”

You narrow your eyes. “What are you apologizing for?”

He flushes slightly. “My scars are a little unsightly-”

“I think your scars look cool.”

Capsaicin pauses. His face remains unmoving, and it’s almost like you can hear the gears turning in his head. “Huh? What?” His embarrassment rises further when he sees you giggle at him.

You stand, walking over to his much taller form. When you stop in front of him, he gulps quietly. He watches as you hold your hand out, and say to him, almost in a whisper, “Can you give me your hand?”

Without words, he hesitantly puts his hand on yours. His heart flutters at the sight of you gently wrapping your much smaller hands in his. You carefully intertwine your fingers with his, suppressing a smile as you watch him stare at your hands in awe.

“Your scars aren’t ugly, okay? Listen to me.” Your stern but soft tone surprises him, and he stiffens. “Don’t be ashamed of your scars, hun. They aren’t ugly or unsightly. They make you look tough! You’re strong, because of your scars, love. There’s nothing wrong with it. I still love you all the same, hm? I’m never going to think less of you just because you’ve got scars.”

He swallows. The words get caught in his throat, but you don’t mind. Your thumb lightly brushes over his healed scars, and he shudders. Your touch was so gentle, so loving. Capsaicin selfishly wanted more of it.

“Sorry, does that hurt?” You quietly ask.

He gives you no verbal response, only shaking his head quietly.

A smile forms on your lips as you land a small kiss on his knuckles. “Then remember what I said, okay?”

His face heats up, hotter than any of the lava he’d ever created. Tears gather in his eyes, but he refuses to let them fall. He simply mutters to you, “…Thank you.”

“Of course, hun. How about you take another break? I know you just did, but I think you deserve this. We can go out to your favorite restaurant.” You offer, sending him another sweet smile. His stomach flips at the sight.

He doesn’t reply to you. Instead, he stares at you expectantly. “…Can I have another kiss?” He asks, nervously gesturing towards his cheek.

You playfully snort, lightly punching his shoulder. “Not when you’re this sweaty, you dork.”

Finally, he laughs the boisterous laugh you so desperately wanted to hear. He flexes his muscles, mostly in an attempt to show off to you. It works. You giggle at his antics.

“I am pretty tough though, aren’t I?” He tries to sound confident, but there's a slight hint of uncertainty in his voice. He slings his arm over your shoulder, his signature toothy grin present. He looks over at you, eyes bright, but you can see right through him.

“Of course you are.” You assure him, gently kissing his wrist. He tenses, but doesn’t pull away. Instead, he pulls you closer, and you giggle as he plants a kiss on your temple. When he pulls back, his grin is still shining bright.

“Thanks for the offer though, babe! But I've gotta get some more training done! I’ve gotta win this cup!” He releases you, stretching his arm. “You being here is enough to encourage me to keep going! I’ll win this for us, hun! I promise you, I'll bring back the trophy! A-And we can have a nice date afterwards!!”

You let out a hearty laugh, and his heart jumps in joy. “If you insist, tough guy! You better keep your word, though!”

“I will, that's a promise!” He laughs loudly, his face holding a large amount of love and admiration for you. He wasn’t going to let his past hold him back again. For you, and even his friends at the other schools, he’ll keep moving forward. With a newfound determination, the fire in him blazes to life. He takes a stance.

He's not about to back away from a promise now.

[gamergenia]

e.e

[majorproblems77]

Idk why but for some reason out of all the Lu boys he’s my favorite to draw lol

Oh btw this is also a gift for you cause your a amazing friend!! ^-^

:O

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HE! :D

I LOVE HE

You didn't have to do that for me sleepy, I really appreciate you, you're wonderful! <3

[popcorn-plots]

who you say you are

i feel like shit so here we are

possible TW for discussions of periods and everything that happens during them, like bleeding through three layers of clothing (that was a wonderful night)

Stephen hated his periods. He hated the general feeling of unwellness during that week, and he hated having to clean blood out of everything after he inevitably bled through.. everything. The worst part about it, however, wasn't even the blood. It was the dysphoria. It was the fact that every month, his period would bring the lies of his mind, telling him that he wasn't a real man and never would be. That he was weak for whining about it.

That he was never Stephen and he never would be. That he was too feminine, or that he was never 'good enough' to pass as a man. The worst was his mind telling him that he'd always be a girl, that deep down... he was never Stephen in the first place. He was just little Lucy, trying on her dad's shirt.

On those days, Stephen would curl up on his bed, clutching a hot water bottle. Cloak would hold him as he sobbed, telling himself over and over again, like a mantra, that his name was Stephen Strange. On those days, he would ask Wong not to bother him, despite every fiber of his being yearning to be held, begging for someone to call him handsome and take away the pain.

He didn't think that Wong knew. He was near-positive that Wong had no idea that Stephen was trans. As far as the other sorcerer knew, Stephen was just another man. A man with a broken soul to match his broken hands and scarred chest.

~

It was one of those days (Dark Days, Stephen called them) when Stephen was in his room, clutching a pillow to his chest. A second was between his legs, pressed to his crotch. It was surprisingly helpful when dealing with cramps, the pressure on his lower abdomen easing the discomfort. Unfortunately, he had forgotten his heading pad in the library from when he last used it and when he finally needed it again, he was too comfortable to get it.

Magic was out of the option as well considering just how horrible he felt between the pain, dysphoria, and his hands. It was a bad hand day, because of course, and he really didn't want to move. Which, unfortunately, meant breathing through the pain and trying not to cry.

Eventually, he managed to fall into a light sleep, nodding off then jolting awake again. He woke up in a way that jarred his hands and he groaned. It might be time to sacrifice his comfort for some much-desired relief.

He was mentally preparing himself to climb out of bed when there was a knock at the door. "Stephen?"

Stephen blinked. "..Wong..?"

"You left your heating pad in the library." Wong announced.

Stephen sighed. "I know. Leave me alone."

"I warmed it up for you. I thought you might need it. May I come in?" Stephen didn't respond. Wong had found his heating pad and warmed it up for him. For a second, Stephen wondered if Wong knew, but he had hidden it so well-- "Stephen?"

"...yeah. you can come in."

There was a click as the doorknob turned, then Wong was walking across the room in brisk strides, stopping in front of the nest of blankets that was Stephen Strange. "Here." he set the heating pad down near Stephen's hands. "I also have tea and some of your painkillers. It's raining today."

Stephen let out a shaky breath. Maybe Wong was just looking out for his hands. That would explain it, right? But Wong was never so... caring. Aside from his the week after Everest and his usual quiet help when Stephen needed to handle large stacks of books.

"You're paler than usual. If you turned yourself into a vampire on accident, I will kill you again." Stephen huffed.

"I'm not a vampire."

Wong reached out a hand and felt Stephen's forehead. Stephen nearly froze at the contact, but didn't say anything. He tried to look anywhere but Wong until the hand was gone. "You're not running a temperature."

"I'm trans." Stephen found himself blurting out.

Wong looked at him. Blinked. "Do you need any supplies?"

Supplies...?

"Pads, tampons? You disappear in your room once every four weeks, only coming out for food and when you do, you look horrible. Deathly pale, hunched over as if in pain, it wasn't hard to figure out."

Stephen looked up at his friend. Wong had taken a seat in the armchair next to Stephen's bed -- one of the large library chairs that had found itself in Stephen's room after a few too many vigils of Wong's when Stephen found himself injured.

"You... you never said anything."

"If you wanted me to know, you would have told me when the time was right."

"You... always made my favorite meals."

Wong huffed a rare smile. "I have never menstruated, but I can sympathy. I have a sister. She was always... vocal with.. everything. I did what I could to make her feel better."

Stephen smiled. "It sounds like you love her."

"Very much." Wong was smiling ever so slightly. Stephen found that watching Wong smile seemed to take the pain away.

"What's her name?"

"Li." It was soft, spoken just above a whisper. "You'd like her."

"Li. Pretty name." Stephen sighed. "Mine was-- is--"

"Stephen."

Stephen paused. He stared at Wong. Wong stared back. "Your name is Stephen. You are Stephen Strange. Do not give me your dead name. It is dead for a reason. You are who you say you are, not what someone else wants you to be. You told me on your very first day that your name is Stephen Strange. That is who you are. If you wish for me to use a different name, then I will. I respect you, and I will respect you, whoever you decide to be."

Stephen swallowed, tears pricking his eyes. He refused to let himself cry in front of Wong, of all people. Wong looked at him again and nodded. "You are Stephen Strange. Remember that."

Before he knew it, Wong had closed the door behind him and Stephen was sobbing into his pillow.

A few hours later, Stephen woke up feeling a hundred times better than before. He decided to find his way to the kitchen for dinner, now that the cramps had disappeared.

He found Wong at the stove, making friend rice. Wong's go-to comfort food that had quickly become Stephen's as well."

"Thank you." Stephen whispered. Wong responded by dishing Stephen and himself a large helping of rice.

"Of course, Stephen."

[kyathedino]

New blorbo just dropped

[deviouslynx]

working of this guy! His name is Thresher (he/him)

huge shark tail :3

[themetalvirus]

a heem heem whimper

[thedicegoblin]

Part of what I love about Hunter in The Owl House is how his situation is revealed slowly. In s2e1, you are left thinking “oh he’s just a funny asshole who’s working for the bad guy”. In Hunting Palisman, you start to see that he’s just a kid trying to help his uncle. Then shit hits the fan in Eclipse Lake where you realize “holy shit this kid is being abused”. And after that it’s just a nonstop barrage of ways Belos tormented this kid. Which makes it all the more satisfying when he gets his happy ending. I just love hunter man

[pyre-sea]

Random Usopps!! 

My fav birthday boy, these were doodled a while ago so they’re a little crusty but I finally have an excuse to post them, yippee

[jotun-appologist]